let us build our dreams rapaciously,
know their heights and wind in their corridors,
I'll plant gardens in the solarium
and make music on the rooftops
and paint pictures, that welcome foreigners, on the roads
no doors, many murals,
and lemonade. yeah, lemonade with ice.
let's build our dreams rapaciously,
so when we meet again,
we'll tour our dreams for days.
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